The Mafia Princess is Back
I was a mafia princess in hiding. I gave my husband everything. Then, right after his company went public, he cheated on me at the party I threw for him.
With his childhood sweetheart, Isabella.
“Elena, you can’t even iron an Hermès scarf? Look at these wrinkles. It’s a cheap rag.”
I stopped. The steam from the iron—or maybe my own rage—blurred my vision.
Marco’s mother, Amelia, threw the expensive scarf back at me, her face full of contempt.